19 Beautiful Master’s Talisman Drawing Trick
[Ding! Key plot begins]
[Current plot progress – Chapter 66: Drawing the Fire Talisman]
[Performance requirement: Successfully draw the Ancestral Fire Talisman under the guidance of the beautiful master]
[Completion: 0%]
Hearing the system’s voice in his mind, Yan Zhen perked up and carefully listened to his beautiful master’s teachings.
Chen Xi said while drawing the talisman pattern, “There are two main points to drawing talisman patterns. One is sufficient mystic power, and the other is a stable state of mind. Control the mystic power with your mind to infuse it into the vermilion, draw along the correct pattern, and the output of mystic power cannot be interrupted during the process. The state of mind must not be scattered.”
“Among the nine talisman patterns, the Fire Talisman has the least strokes, only thirteen in total, but it is also the most difficult for beginners. Because the Fire Talisman itself is relatively violent, with each stroke drawn, the level of violence of the talisman pattern will deepen, greatly increasing the difficulty of drawing the next stroke. If you are slightly careless, all previous efforts will be in vain. The margin for error is very low.”
“But the Fire Talisman has a broader range of uses. This master believes that with Zhen’er’s talent, you will definitely master it quickly!”
By the time she finished speaking, Chen Xi had also finished drawing the Fire Talisman. A vermilion-colored flame-shaped talisman pattern appeared on the yellow paper, with mystic power of fire flames flowing through each stroke. The intense high temperature emanated from that talisman pattern, causing Yan Zhen’s cheeks to turn fiery red.
The ordinary yellow paper couldn’t withstand the secret power of such an Ancestral Fire Talisman. It quickly ignited and turned to ashes in the beautiful talisman fire in the blink of an eye.
Although it was only a fleeting moment, Yan Zhen was very clear about how dangerous that talisman fire was. Its power was no less than the Gold and Silver Fire.
“Zhen’er, you try it.”
Chen Xi handed the brush to Yan Zhen on the opposite side of the square platform.
Yan Zhen took a deep breath, took the brush, dipped it in vermilion, and began drawing according to the key points mentioned by his beautiful master and the Fire Talisman pattern in his mind.
The first stroke was very simple, just like writing. It was drawn very smoothly.
However, after finishing the first stroke and trying to connect the second stroke, a formless resistance suddenly attacked, as if he had fallen into a mud pit, making it difficult for Yan Zhen to move the brush tip along the correct pattern.
He slightly concentrated his mind and gradually increased the output of mystic power, slowly drawing the second stroke and turning to the third stroke.
That formless resistance suddenly doubled. Yan Zhen felt as if he was wearing hundreds of pounds of shackles on his hand, making it difficult to move.
At the same time, a slight pain came from between his eyebrows, making him feel a bit dizzy.
Yan Zhen frowned, endured the discomfort, and once again controlled the mystic power to increase the output.
Bang!
The mystic power released from the brush tip suddenly lost control and exploded, blasting away the brush in Yan Zhen’s hand and shattering the yellow paper into pieces.
On the first attempt at drawing, he failed at only the third stroke.
Yan Zhen scratched his head in embarrassment.
“It’s so difficult.”
However, Chen Xi nodded her chin in great satisfaction. “Not bad. Being able to draw to the third stroke on the first attempt. But you still haven’t grasped the key points. This master will teach you again.”
“Thank you, Master.”
Yan Zhen was about to hand the brush back to his beautiful master, but he saw her walk around from the opposite side of the square platform to behind him and grasp his brush-holding hand from behind.
His beautiful master’s hand was ice-cold, like a piece of cold jade, yet soft as if boneless. Being held like this felt like being wrapped in jelly.
The faint ink-like fragrance wafted past his nose, making Yan Zhen strongly aware of how close his beautiful master was to him.
The question was, was this how talisman drawing was taught? It wasn’t like teaching a primary school student to write!
He heard his beautiful master say, “In talisman drawing, every stroke and every line has its intricacies, but the essence is difficult to convey and needs to be comprehended by oneself… Zhen’er, calm your mind and feel how this master draws.”
Yan Zhen nodded, trying not to pay attention to the chest pressure coming from his back, and focused all his attention on his right hand held by his beautiful master.
Chen Xi held Yan Zhen’s brush-holding hand and began slowly drawing the Fire Talisman she had just drawn.
The first stroke, the second stroke, the third stroke. The first three strokes were very smooth. Only when reaching the fourth stroke did that formless resistance appear.
Yan Zhen’s heart tightened. He stared at the pattern on the yellow paper without blinking.
Soon, his beautiful master increased the output of mystic power, and the brush tip easily broke through the resistance as if cutting through tofu.
Unlike Yan Zhen, while increasing the mystic power, she mobilized her divine soul to stabilize the distribution of mystic power to the utmost detail, keeping the violent Fire Talisman quiet and still.
Drawing all thirteen strokes until the Fire Talisman was formed, it self-ignited and was destroyed.
“How was it, Zhen’er?”
“I think I understand.”
“Then try again.”
Chen Xi let go of Yan Zhen’s hand but didn’t leave from behind him. Her G-cup sacred peaks still pressed against the boy’s back.
She slightly tilted her head, her gaze passing over her disciple’s shoulder and falling on the yellow paper on the platform.
Yan Zhen swallowed his saliva, trying to suppress the restlessness in his heart, and continued to hold the brush to draw the talisman.
Unfortunately, it exploded again at three strokes, but the third stroke was a bit longer than the first time.
Chen Xi intentionally or unintentionally leaned close to Yan Zhen’s ear, her pink lips almost touching his earlobe, but she urged in a teacher’s tone, “There’s progress, Zhen’er, but it’s not enough. Continue.”
His ear was tickled by his beautiful master’s exhaled breath as she spoke. Although it was a very serious tone, it sounded a bit charming to Yan Zhen.
Yan Zhen couldn’t help but let his mind wander, but he also cursed himself for being ungrateful. His beautiful master was clearly teaching him wholeheartedly, almost treating him like a primary school student. How could he have wild thoughts as if being seduced?
Bring out the willpower, the willpower of being the protagonist!
So Yan Zhen drew again. This time it exploded as soon as he finished the second stroke.
Chen Xi frowned, seeing that Yan Zhen was obviously not focused enough. She lightly scolded, “Zhen’er, don’t forget the two main points this master told you. The mystic power must be sufficient, and the state of mind must be stable, especially the latter. Drawing talismans is for cultivating the spirit, and cultivating the spirit is for the Dao of arts. Whether the talisman is formed or not is only the result. The state of mind during the process is more important.”
Yan Zhen weakly said, “Master, I understand. I will focus on drawing.”
The fourth time, it was no different from the previous time. It exploded as soon as he reached the third stroke.
It was getting worse and worse.
Yan Zhen instantly felt guilty. This was a key plot. If he couldn’t draw it, he wouldn’t be able to complete the task!
“What’s wrong, Zhen’er?” Chen Xi secretly curved the corner of her mouth into a cunning arc and covered Yan Zhen’s forehead with her hand. “Are you feeling unwell?”
“Master, I’m fine. I’m just a bit… you know…”
Yan Zhen’s little face turned red. He hunched his back slightly in guilt to avoid his beautiful master noticing his abnormality.
However, Chen Xi keenly captured Yan Zhen’s action. Her gaze followed the center line of his body and fell until it was blocked by a small bulge.
“Zhen’er, you…” Chen Xi’s cheeks flushed red, and a hint of coquettish blame appeared in her tone. “You are in the midst of cultivation now. Don’t let desire cloud your mind.”
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